It's all my fault. The booties themselves aren't losers on their own. They needed me, the crapiest of all crappy finishing artists, so that they could be all that they shouldn't have been, and less.
My toe didn't start peeking out from between the top and sole until, oh, about an hour after I finished them.
Thing is, these suckers are more than a year old. Pretty soon, you'll see me walking with one of those special limps, you know what I'm talking about. The limp especially designed to keep the sole of your bootie from falling off completely.
When that day comes, someone, please tell me to get off my duff and fix it.